Sometimes I live thinking that tomorrow I might get shot in the back
Never from the front

We have some guigui, habibi
We're in the hustle, we're brutes
I clean the field, I do the laundry
I take the crypto and the copper coins
A tracksuit from Paris, a joint from Cali
The shit is of quality
I ride without a helmet on the X-ADV
Even the lookout is qualified
Better Primark than fake Louis Vui'
Better than money we have the nose
I'm the leader of the pack
Even without a promo code, we can redo your nose
From the pain of prison
In the RS, Montaigne Avenue
More money, more problems, I khamem
He drools to the blues, we do to the fire
Too many little brothers gone to heaven
Believe me, we didn't go to Beaux-Arts
I know the shooter and the biker
Khabat, I'm touring the city
Lost between Earth and Moon
I lead the team like Jürgen Klopp
For the coal, no dress code

We're not trained at La Masia
We made ourselves in the street
At six in the morning
The police on the landing

We're not trained at La Masia
We made ourselves in the street
At six in the morning
The police on the landing

And I don't know what will happen, in the bad
And I might die, in the bad
I don't touch wood, in the bad
And I might die, in the bad

Hooded in the street, I go out to make paper
Police on the landing, I go out to make paper
Hooded in the street, I go out to make paper
Police on the landing, I go out to make paper

Sometimes I live thinking that tomorrow I might get shot in the back
Never from the front because they know that I always look in the street
A friendship that shoots me will never be
If I die tomorrow I leave my mother with all her money
And mom, I'm sorry if tomorrow I don't leave someone alive in the street (and tomorrow)
It may be that tomorrow I end up in jail and I'm sure I'll write (many times)
Never trust the one who puts you in the street with a silly face (it can be)
Nights, outings, teams in black all like a wolf
I never think about the problems, I have a few every day
I sing alone for now, I live everything I sing
Only sorry, to the mom for everything I'm sorry
The rest I have no problem, normal if I end up dead

Ap-7, leg pains
Mountain, escape, winter
Beny don't fall asleep
Be careful with the flashlight

Ap-7, leg pains
Mountain, escape, winter
Beny don't fall asleep
Be careful with the flashlight

And I don't know what will happen, in the bad
And I might die, in the bad
I don't touch wood, in the bad
And I might die, in the bad

Hooded in the street, I go out to make paper
Police on the landing, I go out to make paper
Hooded in the street, I go out to make paper
Police on the landing, I go out to make paper

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